It is becoming increasingly apparent that the vast majority of people on the truck are treating this trip as if it were free. Ergo, it would be rude to complain about anything. Our conversations often go something like this…
Tia: I can’t believe the truck leaks everywhere. Through the roof, the windows…even the floorboards into the luggage compartments. I expected my tent to leak but not the truck.
Gustav: I love the truck.
The parts of Morocco we’ve actually seen, we’ve really enjoyed. Marrakech, Fez and Casablanca all had amazing outdoor markets full of butchers fulfilling orders on the spot, colorfully-embroidered shoes, horses carrying insane amounts of goods, snake charmers, dirty spices and leather goods. Volubilis and Rabat had amazing ruins and Casablanca the fifth biggest mosque in the world. Unfortunately, Farron only ever allots 1-2 hours in any place interesting. We spend the vast majority of our time parked in Marjane (imagine a Super Target or Big K) parking lots. Not a joke. Instead of stopping in any of the amazing, dusty, off-the-beaten-track towns for lunch, we go to commercialized shopping centers for expensive imported food. And then hang out there for HOURS. Why does no one else seem bothered by this?!
On the plus side: Juan and I are rockstars at putting up our tent, we managed to cook a killer Thanksgiving dinner despite the conditions, Carol cooked grilled cheese for my birthday, and it’s finally starting to be a bit warmer at night.
Definitely check out Amy’s blog for more insight on this trip: amyjeanmurray.blogspot.com